Page 80 of Stroked Hard
The lack of friction causes me physical pain. I was so close. She worked me so fucking good that I was on the verge of coming in my pants.
Taking a few seconds, I catch my breath and will my cock to hang in there. Talk about fucking edging; this is edging at its finest, except where I would be the one doing the teasing, she somehow got the upper hand on me.
Slowing our pace, I go back to exploring her mouth. Her back arches up, which presses her pebbled nipples into my chest. I can feel them slightly rub against my bare chest through her clothing. I need to feel them, to see them. I want to suck on them and drive her crazy like she just did to me.
But, I spend a little extra time on her mouth, diving my tongue in and out, listening intently to the sounds she makes with each move I make, committing it to memory so next time, I know what she really likes.
Sweat slicks my skin from the heat we’re generating, our bodies igniting together with each touch, each little thrust. I move my mouth from her lips to her jaw where I nibble along the strong bone, down her neck where I kiss her, loving the way her skin feels against my lips. She’s so fucking soft everywhere. It makes me wonder how soft her breasts are, how they will feel in my mouth. What about her pussy? Fuck, I bet she tastes good.
Feeling way too eager, I decide to cave and move down her neck some more to her collarbone. Her back arches some more, her breasts pressing hard against me.
“Hollis, take my shirt off,” she demands on a whisper.
Fuck me if I can hold out any longer, I need a glimpse. I want my tongue on her nipples; I want to soak up every last inch of her.
Pushing up off the mattress, I look down at her, my erection pressing against the zipper of my jeans, my bulge quite obvious and by the look in Melony’s eyes, she appreciates the view, sending pure male pride through me.
She keeps her hands above her head, ready for me to take her shirt off. Before I completely remove anything, I decide to do a little blind exploring. I run my right hand under her shirt, palming her stomach, rubbing my thumb against her belly button. My touch causes her to wiggle below me and her breath to hitch.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods her head. “So wet, Hollis.”
“If I checked, would you be lying?”
She shakes her head, “No, but by all means, please check.”
I smile down at her. “Nice fucking try. I will take your word for it, sweetheart.”
I run my hand up the rest of her stomach until my fingers connect with the front of her bra where I feel a clasp. Raising an eyebrow at her, I ask, “Front clasp?”
“Do you know how to work them?” she asks back with a little sass. Fucking hell, there’s my girl.
I don’t answer, instead I show her. With a flick of my fingers, her bra pops open. I plant my hand that’s not under her shirt firmly on the mattress next to her and lean forward. On a deep breath, I push one of the cups to the side, grazing her hardened nipple with the palm of my hand. She lightly moans and raises her breast into my hand, trying to get me to cup her more, but I resist and remove the cup on the other side, repeating the process.
“It’s strapless,” she says, letting me know I can remove it completely, which I do right away. She lifts her back so I can easily pull it out from under her and toss it to the side. When I look back down at her, the thin fabric of her shirt clings to her breasts in the most perfect of ways. Shit.
With my hand still under her shirt, I glide my palm over one of her breasts, reveling in the way her nipple feels. She’s got to be no bigger than a B-cup. Just a little handful but the perfect handful. I squeeze, applying just enough pressure and letting her nipple slip between my fingers. She moans as I draw my fingers together, pinching her nipple while squeezing her breast at the same time.
“Yes, more, Hollis.”
I move to her other breast, this time not taking my time but emulating what I just did, but harder, with more force. I continue the process moving back and forth, driving Melony to the brink. Her hips are thrusting toward mine, and her body wiggles for other form of contact. All I give her are light kisses on her lips.
“Damn it, Hollis,” she swears, pulling her mouth away from me. “Please stop torturing me.”
“I’m not torturing, baby. I’m worshipping.”
“Well, worship faster. I’m so fucking ready for your cock.”
Holy fucking hell. We’ve got a dirty talker. Yup, my dick is prying my zipper apart right about now.
“You want my cock, baby?”
Reaching between us, she plants her palm against my bulge and squeezes, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from me. “Fuck, don’t do that again.” She squeezes and I still her hand. “Melony, I’m not fucking kidding. Don’t do that again.” I’m on the verge of blowing my load in my jeans, one more caress and I’m done. My dick is so hard. It’s been too damn long and the fantasies I’ve had of this moment have only added to the buildup.
“Then fuck me, Hollis.”
Knowing I’m not going to last any longer, I pull her shirt off and finally catch a glimpse of those beautiful breasts I’ve been dying to see. Shit, they are perfect. Little pink nipples, pebbled and hard, ready for my lips.
